"In four parts, Susan Howe's new book opens with the arresting long prose poem "Penitential Cries," followed by a group of word-collages "Sterling Park in the Dark," "The Deserted Shelf," and finally a brief sparrow poem. Speaking of her new work writtenin "the evening of life," Howe quotes Thomas Wyatt: My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness, / thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass. She says: "I love those two lines. Between trespass and peni- tence. In the wilderness of the Book Stack Tower inquiry is trespass. Now at eighty-seven," the poet adds, regarding Penitential Cries, "I want to express my pilgrim's progress between rocks and paper places. The clock is ticking. It's getting late. Supper is on the table. Our father lies full fifty fathoms five. A storm is coming.""-- Provided by publisher